My shadow'sShedding skin andI've been pickingScabs again.I'm downDigging throughMy old musclesLooking for a clue.I've been crawling on my bellyClearing out what could've been.I've been wallowing in my own confusedAnd insecure delusionsFor a piece to cross me overOr a word to guide me in.I wanna feel the changes coming down.I wanna know what I've been hiding inMy shadow.Change is coming through my shadow.My shadow's shedding skinI've been pickingMy scabs again.I've been crawling on my bellyClearing out what could've been.I've been wallowing in my own chaoticAnd insecure delusions.I wanna feel the change consume me,Feel the outside turning in.I wanna feel the metamorphosis andCleansing I've endured withinMy shadowChange is coming.Now is my time.Listen to my muscle memory.Contemplate what I've been clinging to.Forty-six and two ahead of me.I choose to live and toGrow, take and give and toMove, learn and love and toCry, kill and die and toBe paranoid and toLie, hate and fear and toDo what it takes to move through.I choose to live and toLie, kill and give and toDie, learn and love and toDo what it takes to step through.See my shadow changing,Stretching up and over me.Soften this old armor.Hoping I can clear the wayBy stepping through my shadow,Coming out the other side.Step into the shadow.Forty six and two are just ahead of me.